. The trial to the woods. t would take it off. Hada mud turtle got hold of him ? At the mere thoughta new fit of terror seized him and he redoubled hisshouting, but his right leg would not let him rest,for it continually jerked this way and that, so thathe could scarcely stand. Was it bewitched ? Then there was a shout from the bridge above,and the end of a fish pole was thrust down to theterrified boy. Take hold of that, Tow-Head, said a voice,and stop your crying. I will work you alongto the other side of the brook where its only sixinches deep. What were you making such a noise about,Tow-He
. The trial to the woods. t would take it off. Hada mud turtle got hold of him ? At the mere thoughta new fit of terror seized him and he redoubled hisshouting, but his right leg would not let him rest,for it continually jerked this way and that, so thathe could scarcely stand. Was it bewitched ? Then there was a shout from the bridge above,and the end of a fish pole was thrust down to theterrified boy. Take hold of that, Tow-Head, said a voice,and stop your crying. I will work you alongto the other side of the brook where its only sixinches deep. What were you making such a noise about,Tow-Head? the voice continued. Theres noshark in the brook, and your hair isnt even dont you come along, you sleepyhead? Youcant expect me to drag you with the pole. Something has got my right leg and I cant,whimpered Tow-Head. I guess it is a turtle; hehas got me by the toe. 79 Perhaps its a fish, replied the voice from thebridge. Then Tow-Head remembered the line on his toe,and new courage came to him. Maybe it is, he. Tow-Heads Prize stammered. I did have a line on my toe whenI fell in. Then he pulled gently with his foot, and foranswer there was a sharp jerk on the line. Why,it is! he exclaimed, all excited. So It cant be the old He-One, can it? askedthe voice excitedly. Then Tow-Head began working in to shore, allthe time drawing gently on the strange somethingthat tugged at his foot. Then a few bubbles cameto the surface, and a second later the great trout thatwe had so often seen under the bridge, gently fan-ning the water with his fins, floated to the surfaceand rolled over on his back. For a second the boy thought he must be dream-ing, the great speckled beauty was so much beyondhis wildest expectations. Then he seized the troutin both hands and scrambled up the bank, shout-ing at the top of his voice, Ive got the old He-One! Ive got the old He-One! For once Tow-Heads lethargy entirely left did not even stop to take the fish from the hook,but started for the v
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